When I Need You (Need You #4)

I pounced on her, my hands cupping and squeezing the soft flesh as my mouth homed in on her nipples. I loved feeling the tips harden beneath my stroking tongue. I loved how Rowan bowed her back, trying to get me to take more of her into my mouth. Each nip, every hard suck, every scrape of my teeth made her squirm and buck and moan.

I wanted more—to hell with taking it slow. I had the burning need to turn her into a sweating, panting mess. To watch with pure male satisfaction as she lay boneless in the middle of my couch after I’d sated her desire to the point where she couldn’t even move.

Hooking my fingers inside the band of her workout pants, I slid them down her legs, planting kisses on her quads, her knees, her shins. After I had undressed her completely, I pushed on the insides of her thighs as a signal for her to make room for me.

Her legs fell open and I lowered my weight onto her, swallowing her gasp of surprise when she felt my erection jumping against her belly with eagerness.

Then I kissed a path from her chin to her belly button.

Rowan giggled and tried to squirm away. “It tickles.”

“What? This?” I let the ends of my hair skim across the lower swells of her breasts. Then I trailed my hair down her belly, stopping to tease the smooth, sensitive section between her hip bones.

She twisted her upper torso, trying to get me to move. “Jensen. Stop,” she said between giggles.

Locking my gaze to hers, I murmured, “Baby, you really don’t want me to stop, do you?”

A long pause cooled the heat between us.

Her hand shook when she reached down to tuck my hair behind my ear. “It’s just . . .”

I noticed that her face was flushed. I’d chalked it up to arousal, but now I suspected embarrassment. “Am I doing something wrong?”

“No. But I didn’t shower.”

“So that’s why your scent is driving me wild.” Beneath her belly button, I rubbed my lips from her left side to her right. And back. “Tell me what you want, Ro.”

Her words tumbled out in a rush. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had a guy go down on me and I forgot how exposed I am.”

Okay. She needed more time. I could give her that. For her, I’d learned patience. Because I knew she was worth the wait.

I rolled onto my knees and then stood, trying to keep my balance on the wobbly cushions.

“Whoa.” Rowan scrambled into a sitting position. “That didn’t mean I wanted you to stop.”

Sweet Jesus. She was killing me. I grinned at her. “I’m not stopping, sweetheart. Just leveling the playing field.” Sliding my fingers inside the elastic band of my athletic shorts, I shoved them and my underwear to my ankles and kicked them away. “Now we’re equally exposed.”

Her wide-eyed gaze remained on my erection even when I dropped to my knees and snagged the box of condoms.

“Holy crap, Rocket. You are packing a rocket,” she whispered.

I ripped the condom box open—literally tore into it with enough force that the strip of condoms went airborne and landed on Rowan’s belly.

Yeah. I was one smooth motherfucker.

“Well, that’s handy.” Rowan tore a single package off the strip and used her teeth to open it. Then she shifted upright so we were facing each other. She curled her left hand around the back of my neck and reached between us, firmly grasping me as she rolled the condom on. “Not a level playing field, Lund. This is impressive.”

I hissed out a breath and fastened my mouth to hers. Whatever momentum we’d lost, we regained in that explosive kiss, only pausing to rest our foreheads together and suck in a lungful of oxygen before our lips gravitated together again. Sliding, teasing, feeding the frenzy between us.

My hands started at her hips and traveled up, spanning her belly and resting on her rib cage. Her velvety smooth skin flowed like silk beneath my fingers and she trembled from my touch. I trailed openmouthed kisses from the corner of her lips, over her jaw and down her throat, tasting the saltiness and musk of her skin.

Every time I did something she liked, her fist tightened around me. When it became a constant squeeze and release, I had to break the connection of her hand on my dick.

“Too much,” I panted against her throat.

She brushed her lips over my ear to whisper, “The way you touch me . . . It makes me want every part of you—your hands, your mouth, your cock—all over me, all at once.”

Gooseflesh broke out across my entire body as she scraped her nails up my belly and across my chest to reiterate her desire for me.

“So touch me, Jensen. However you want. Just don’t stop this time.”

My dick went harder yet.

“Lie back,” I growled.

As soon as she’d propped herself up with one arm behind her head, her hair a swath of red against the gray cushions, I rubbed my lips across her sternum, watching her eyes widen as I moved my mouth progressively southward.

I intended to tease her. Build her up and then pull back. Use every trick in my sexual arsenal to prove my oral mastery before I sent her soaring.

But a single whiff of the sweet cream between her thighs and I was done for.

Done.

For.

Raising her up to my mouth, I tasted the soft feminine flesh that glistened just for me. I demonstrated what it meant to devour. To feast.

Rowan gave herself over to my hunger without hesitation.

My every lick, every suck, every bite brought forth a sexy sound from her—need, pleasure, surprise. In time I’d learn what every shudder, sigh and gasp meant. Right now, I just knew she needed more.

It wasn’t long until her fingers went from clutching the couch cushion to gripping my hair.

That bite of pain unleashed a primal need inside me. I was relentless in driving her to the tipping point.

As soon as her legs started to shake and she chanted that “oh god, oh god, oh god” mantra, she blindly reached for my hand as if she needed a solid piece of me to anchor her as she lost herself in the pleasure.

Rowan Michaels letting go might’ve been the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

Finally the tension in her hips and thighs and belly went slack.

I moved up her body, keeping as much of her skin in contact with mine as possible. Marveling in her softness and strength. Drawing her scent into my lungs. Swallowing down the tangy taste of her.

Feeling the change in her from languid to expectant, I slid our joined hands above her head and locked my gaze to hers.

I didn’t need to guide myself inside her. Our bodies shifted into perfect alignment like we’d done this a thousand times before.

Her groan of satisfaction echoed mine when I filled her completely.

I eased out of that sublime tightness and thrust back in. Once. Twice. Three times.

As I kissed her, from her temple to her jaw, then dragged my lips down the cord straining in her neck, I picked up the pace, my heart pounding against hers, my skin slick with sweat, my blood pumping hot and hard enough to create a floating sensation in my head.

She arched up and whispered, “I can’t breathe.”

“Hold on.” I rolled us to the side and grabbed the back of her thigh, draping her leg over my hip. In this position I wasn’t crushing her, but I couldn’t drive into her as hard. So with each upward thrust, I kept constant contact where she needed it most.

“God. That’s so good.”